mockturtle (hellblazer06) wrote,

get yer trousers off

Let's see. There was some Special Branch, including, and I shit you not, the line: "Get yer trousers on, yer nicked." Uttered by Haggerty to the client of a, ahem, au pair girl. And we all thought that line debuted in Regan, the Sweeney pilot. Well, it's simply not true, gentle reader.

I also caught a bit of Number 96 (real 70s tv, children), that included a comedy sequence with an evil fold up bed, Sam's bed, that simply must be captured and posted, just to demonstrate the unliklihood of Sam's bed surving all that LSD inspired bouncing without snapping shut on the pair of them. I've known beds like that, and everything you've heard about them is true, and then some. Evil incarnate.

Back to Special Branch, and Craven's rather flash pad made me wonder, idly, what Gene's house would be like. I would assume, since he's earning a decent if Government wage, topped up by tax free backhanders from Warren, that it would be comfortable, as far as rather hilariously non aspirational 70s homes went. Probably a lot of mod cons in the kitchen to please the Missus (as per the D&P book I'm reading). Hopefully, it looks nothing like anything here: but I sincerely doubt it. I remember watching a lot of 70s Brit telly as a child (of an ex pat pater) and I remember small, nasty houses with lots of brown, brown and more brown. Houses that often hadn't been done up since the 40s or 50s or even earier (poor old UK, none of that lovely post-war rebuilding money that went to Europe).

Mind you, I can talk. Behold the OMG 70s wallpaper in our bathroom. Or you would, if I had a photo handy to place right here. Maybe tomorrow. Just so you can see what authentic, 1972 wallpaper looks like (it really comes into its own when one has been throwing up for eight hours, trust me).

There was The Sweeney on UKTV, and The Saint (another self-Sainting, too, with the Peanut Gallery making all the usual jokes) and Logan's Run. Okay, smarty pants, now you've destroyed your society, where's your next dinner coming from then? (The old guy had lots of cats, suggests Peanut Gallery helpfully).

It's like on Doctor Who. Hurrah, we've liberated thousands of people. And dumped them on the New New Yorkers who now have to clean, feed, house and educate the buggers. There goes the economy, not to mention years/decades/centuries of social strife, non-integration, drug problems, crime, etc. Nice one, Doctor. Peanut Gallery wonders if the new humans end up with some sort of Ostalgia for plague pits later down the track.

Btw, Peanut Gallery completely redeemed pissiness of the last week by making this orange cake covered in Grand Marnier orage sauce. Oooh, divine! And it used up half a dozen oranges out of the box we'd been given. Yay.

But nevertheless, back to Doctor Who and loving the David. Weirdly, he seems less manic on the ABC versions. Maybe it's because the music has been dialled back, and I can actually hear what he's saying, not just the OTT rants. Oh yes, swooning over Doctor Who. Still slightly creepy, but never mind. (But not quite as creepy as lusting after a pic of a young actor and learning it's the kid from American Gothic. WrongBad).

Also watched a couple of episodes of Life on Mars. Because it was a dark and rainy Saturday morning and I was pretending to be asleep. I meant to watch just one, but they're a bit like Pringles. Can't just stop at one. At least, not without heavy effort. Love my boys so much. They're not perfect, which makes them perfect. Such nuanced and layered performances that I can watch over and over and see something new everytime, which then colours everything else in new shades and hues, and so it goes. Brilliant show. And I haven't begun to begin the Plato/Dante/Connecticut Yankee/Alice in Wonderland posts yet.

Especially the Yankee, because of the similiar predicament and reaction:
The novel tells the tale of Hank Morgan, a 19th-century citizen of Hartford, Connecticut who awakens to find himself mysteriously transported back in time to early medieval England at the time of the legendary King Arthur in AD 528. Hank uses his modern technological knowledge and Yankee ingenuity to advance the superstitious, brutal and ignorant old English society and secure a high position for himself, but later falls victim to modern society's own darker side. - Wiki.

I wonder if that's the "darker direction" they keep threatening? Hmmm.

Found Get Carter on TCM, of all channels. Watched for a bit of northern grimness (and George Sewell overload). I am still stunned at just how grim and violent it is. Hardly TCM fare, I would have thought.

Then we had a discussion on how 70s US shows, watched now, are more often than not cringeworthy, but UK stuff still stands up, and really well, sometimes even pisses on present efforts. Though a lot of the more esoteric 70s stuff I watched as a kid still defies me. Like Children of The Stones. Dead creepy, but WTF (btw, varina8, this is why I freaked in Avebury). Peanut Gallery wished to see a COTS/Time Team xover where Tony wonders what's up as the team start to wander past with blissed out smiles wishing him a "Happy Day". Heh. Sort of reminds me of the Watcher fic that went nowhere, chronicling Wesley's early job of working on the Antiques Roadshow, neatly disposing of any, ahem, troublesome items ("It's an old jar, been in the family for yonks." Wesley nervously snatches away said jar. "I think I'd better take that, for proper assessment.")

Yes, I watched too much 70s telly as a kid. The damage is done. Deal with it. :D

I'm feeling surprisingly chipper, buoyed mightily by some very silly posts. But it's so much fun. And I quoted Plato (Symposium, where drunk guys discuss man love in its many forms), so it's not entirely frivolous, though my minor rant about 'lack of crotch cam and public nudity and dares to call itself a 70s cop show hmph' was only semi serious. But really, Life on Mars, how can you tell villains to get their trousers on when nicked if nobody ever gets their kit off?

This rant was inspired by a simply cracking episode of The Sweeney (Thou Shalt Not Kill) with a bank job, hostages, shoot outs, megaphones, car chases, even a helicopter and still time for a major moral quandry before tea time (to shoot the buggers or let them cause mayhem). But at one point poor George had to strip to his polka dot undies to deliver refreshments to the hostages and hostage takers, I presume so he couldn't conceal a weapon, though I must quote sleeper_frost on this: "A really motivated cop would surely clench a shiv in between his cheeks?". Bwahaha! In any case, it was a dreadful shame that Reg didn't think to include a similar clause whem Sam fetched the sangers in episode six. sleeper_frost again: "Reg totally let us down with his lack of foresight concerning negotiating power via public nudity, the git."

Yes, rude of me to quote so freely but I'm still wiping my eyes with mirth and had to share.

Bit of a waste of a weekend. It rained for a good portion of it, so I was indoors, though I still popped out early on Sunday, by habit now, just to test the ground to see if it had rained enough to let me off the hook from the watering. But that led me to weeding (they've sprung up everywhere) and rearranging pots (still).

Sorry about the scanning. Meant to do it, but was promised a trip to the flicks, so I waited all weekend by my phone, not scanning, not doing anything more than quick jobs, not writing, not even watching anything I really wanted to on dvd, waiting for that call, ready to drop everything at a moment's notice. Peeved? Just a bit. To paraphrase Manchild: now that I begin the slow slide towards oblivion, I do not regret wasting a single one of the precious moments I have remaining to me waiting around for pillocks wot don't phone. At least do me the common courtesy of cancelling so I can get on with my petty functions. Hmph.

Okay, now it's officially MIA, but if one more person points and laughs, I'll rip their bloody arms off. Especially as the hormones had me puking at the drop of a hat yesterday. So, I'm a barren old crone, but I'm still tossed like a rag doll with hormones? Those retards who profess alleged intelligent design, they're men, aren't they.

It's horrible, though. Once upon a time, if I was this late, I'd be doubled over in terror. I am now, only it's an equal and opposite terror (and yet still having to do the shopping, go to work etc, no wonder I've been off my game). It's particularly cruel, as I didn't hit puberty til my twenties, so I was quite resigned to barreness, then I very suddenly and alarimingly wasn't, and now it seems I suddenly am. It seems cruel, too, to be hit so early, but I was warned that a late start meant an early finish. And what a limited window of lack of opportunity it was. I shall now pass from this world, unremarked and unremembered, like some silly Dickens character.

Btw, speaking of civilisations, the rise and fall thereof, since both Sunday papers devoted space to mobile phone and iPod cosies, I wonder, is this the best we can offer? If answer A, then is the end nigh? Should it be? Or am I now just officially a grumpy old woman, huffing and puffing over mobile phone cosies being the last line in stupid and pointless?
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

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